With a messed up family background and a tendency to
grow claws and fangs, Tanner Chance isn’t exactly the boy next door. But he’s a
decent cop, and he keeps himself on the side of the good guys. Convenient,
because when he rescues a survivor of a horrific shifter attack he finds
himself instantly smitten—with an honest-to-goodness angel, as innocent as she
Marna may be angelic, but she’s not stupid or weak.
She can take care of herself. Tanner is more temptation than protection anyway.
Or so she thinks, until someone wearing her face starts taking out some of New
Orleans’ more unsavory paranormals. With police and predators both gunning for
her blood, Marna has no choice but to trust Tanner…even though what’s sparking
between them is hotter than anything holy.
By Cynthia Eden
The delicate angel had broken.
Did she even realize that tears slid down her
cheeks? Tanner Chance kept guard by her side. His hand was on her arm, stroking
He couldn’t seem to stop touching her.
They’d found her body in the swamp. At first, he’d
thought that she was already dead.
Then she’d moved, and he’d realized just what his
sick freak of a brother had done.
Sliced the wings right off an angel.
Her lashes lifted and her eyes, the palest blue he’d
ever seen, locked right on him. No, those eyes seemed to see right through him.
Tanner cleared his throat. He was a cop. He’d spent too many years seeing blank
expressions like that on the faces of victims. “You…you’re safe now.” He’d keep
her safe. “You just need to rest.”
She didn’t speak, and he didn’t know what else he
was supposed to say to her. He never knew what to say to the victims. He just
knew how to make the bastards who hurt them pay.
He was very good at delivering justice. But this
She had to hate him. She knew who he was. Knew that
his brother was the fucked-up asshole who’d tortured her. Tanner cleared his
throat and finally managed to tell her, “I’m not like him.”
And he was still touching her. Her skin was the
softest he’d ever felt. The smoothest. Her flesh was golden and perfect.
Or, it had been, until claws had ripped into her
back and torn that flesh wide open.
Her breath exhaled softly. “When I’m stronger…”
Tanner leaned closer because he could barely hear
her words. “What is it? What do you need?” Anything. He’d do—
“When I’m stronger, you should…stay away from me.”
He glanced at her small hands. They’d had to bind
her wrists when they strapped her down. Not to hurt her, but to keep the little
blond angel from hurting them.
The angel before him—Marna—she wasn’t some sweet and
gentle guardian angel.
She was an angel of death. One who could, and had,
killed with just a touch.
He could touch her all that he wanted. That was the
way the game worked with angels. But the instant her hand touched him…
If she wanted him dead, all she had to do was touch
him, and she could send him straight to hell.
She smiled at him. The smile made her seem even
lovelier and then the angel said, “When I’m stronger, when I’m free…get as far
away from me as you can.” The faintest of pauses then, “Because I’ll have my
She didn’t look so broken anymore.
“Remember…to run, shifter.”
He didn’t move, and he damn well kept touching her.
“I’m not the running kind.” Not anymore. The scared kid he’d been had died long
ago. Now he fought any bastard who came his way—and he made sure to win his
His angel kept her cold smile and told him, “Wait
and see…you will be…”
About the author:
USA Today Best-selling author Cynthia Eden has
written over twenty-five novels and novellas. She was named as a 2013 RITA®
finalist for her paranormal romance, ANGEL IN CHAINS, and, in 2011, Cynthia
Eden was a RITA finalist for her romantic suspense, DEADLY FEAR.
Cynthia is a southern girl who loves horror movies,
chocolate, and happy endings. She has
always wanted to write (don’t most authors say that?), and particularly enjoys
creating stories about monsters–vampires, werewolves, and even the real-life
monsters that populate her romantic suspense stories.
Cynthia’s foreign sales for her books include
translations to Japan, Germany, Thailand, Greece, and Brazil.
(Back in the day…) Cynthia graduated summa cum laude
from the University of South Alabama where she studied Sociology (because
people interest her) and Communication (because she likes to write about said
people). Cynthia has worked as a college
admissions counselor, a teacher, and as an editor. But now, Cynthia is thrilled
to be spending her days making up stories.